Different standards of beauty
Who is beautiful? You? Me? As a child my mother was the most beautiful woman I had seen. Everyone always remarked at how beautiful she was. She was thin and graceful and enjoyed getting dressed up. On the weekends she would spend hours washing, rolling and drying her thick long black hair. My father enjoyed showing her off and insisted she maintained a certain lean weight and small waist. Nigerian kids at elementary school said my mother was white- “oyibo.”…